1 [To the chief Musician. {A Psalm} of David.] In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee {as} a bird to your mountain?2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?4 Jehovah {is} in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, -his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.

1 In Jehovah do I take refuge:

How say ye to my soul,

Flee as a bird to your mountain;

2 For, lo, the wicked bend the bow,

They make ready their arrow upon the string,

That they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart;

3 If the foundations be destroyed,

What can the righteous do?

4 Jehovah is in his holy temple;

Jehovah, his throne is in heaven;

His eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous;

But the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Upon the wicked he will rain snares;

Fire and brimstone and burning wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 For Jehovah is righteous; he loveth righteousness:

The upright shall behold his face.